~Broken Sword~

Act I
I have a sword,
a tool without any soul.
Raise and sharpen by the mad,
for the suppose of killing another man.
This is my duty everyday,
as i set my path ahead in blaze.

I had taste the blood of the fallen,
and felt the agony of the beaten.
To cut and be cut more than the rest,
So one day i can fight and beat the best.
Is this going to be my destiny,
a journey rid of all fantasy.

Act II
That how the world to me was likes,
until the day she came into my lifes.
On my verge of giving up all hope,
she came and gave me a new home.
She taught me the truth and give me a soul,
changed my vision as i throw away my sword.

Act III
You told me that life is not all about killing,
as the world is still full of meaning.
You dream of a nation without any wars,
hope for a family without any woes.
For you i shall draw my sword,
and fulfil your wish is what i swore.

To protect your idea you gave your life,
and face your death in this world of lies.
This pain is more than what i can feel,
a hatred that force me not to fail.
Is this going to be my fate,
a path rid of all loves and faith.